Category Archive: The Bachelor

What a Tierra-ble season, eh, Bachelor Nation? Chris Harrison starts the three-hour, live death march by proclaiming it to be “the most controversial finale in Bachelor history,” and also warns us that Juan Pablo has a “big surprise.” I won’t make you wait because there was no surprise. Juan Pablo is a giant a-hole. But we knew that already.

Here are a few observations before we get to the recap:

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Juanuary must have sucked for poor Clare. Listening to ABC hyping him up. Ugh.

First off, according to US Weekly, Renee’s engaged. To another dude. Zero mention of that. Also, the “swimming in the ocean” was pretty glossed over. Can’t we just get this season over with already?

Sean, Catherine, and her new bangs bring purity and wholesomeness to the stage as the newlyweds talked about their fairytale wedding. They went to Bora Bora and watched their wedding and entire courtship, because that’s not a narcissistic thing to do at all. Sean said a Lowe (see what I did there?) point of the trip was when a stingray “latched on to my man parts.” He says he was a little bruised but no worse for the wear. Chris Harrison asked how “the wedding night” was – Catherine said it was very romantic, but the fireworks were “quick.” Um, ok. Have they fulfilled their contractual obligations to ABC yet?

The show went from 27 eager bachelorettes down to two. In the last two weeks, two women left the show because they just weren’t feeling it. It started in Week 7, when Sharleen finally realized going to a kid’s “dance” recital where they scream/sing about going to Broadway wasn’t her jam, and removed herself from competition. She said she was missing the “cerebral connection” with Juan Pablo, which is an understatement. The dude is SIMPLE. And full of himself. And annoying. And irritating. And a bigot. But aside from that, he’s a joy, I’m sure.

“At the end of the day…” OMG, if I have to hear another trite phrase or eruption metaphor, my head might explode. Enough already!

Ay yi yi…how many weeks are left? The group is in New Zealand, where there’s a ton of sheep. Every cutaway contains sheep or cows. Cassandra, who left her Caboodles kit in Vietnam, is sporting a natural look, which is much better. She’s missing her son, and she and Renee spend time missing their little boys.

As if last week’s Sean & Catherine’s “grown sexy” million dollar wedding (more like groan sexy) and the “Honeymoon Cam” Sex Countdown wasn’t enough, this week Bachelor producers decided, in the words of Juan Pablo, to “take it to the next level” and essentially slut shame a contestant. While it was never explicit that Juan Pablo and one of his remaining 11 girlfriends did the deed, a huge deal was made about it, and the parties’ reactions make zero sense if it was just a game of grab ass. Because of this, I’m replacing JP’s picture with a photo of Molly, contestant Kelly’s awesome dog.

It’s week three, so you know what that means. It’s getting serious you guys!!!! Before we get into it though, I need to address the crap-fiesta that hit the fan this weekend. You know, when Juan Pablo made some rather disappointing remarks about why he thinks the “Bachelor” franchise should not have any gay or bisexual bachelors/bachelorettes. You can read about it here if you missed it.

I think it’s a little disingenuous for Juan Pablo to say that his statements were taken out of context or misconstrued because English is his second language, especially since the word “pervert” translates to “pervertir” in his native tongue.

I must start this recap by saying Molly the dog is my favorite contestant of all time. I want to make “Molly for Bachelorette” signs and campaign on her behalf. She’s the least annoying bitch on that show.

Here we are, at the precipice of Season 17. Get your Closed Captioning ready, folks. It’s gonna be a helluva ride. (or not, but more on that later.) Juan Pablo, or JP, as I’ll refer to him, has a lot of shirtless days (and nights!) in store for us. There will be some confusion about language, and pronunciation of the term “bachelor” will be three syllables. Oh, and we also can look forward to crying this season. Lots of crying.

On the season finale of the Bachelor, Sean makes everyone cry: Catherine, Lindsay, himself… even his mother.

The three hour “Bachelor Finale Event” kicked off with a live studio audience and Chris Harrison, breathlessly reporting “late breaking” news about Sean’s quest for love. Really, ABC? How can it be breaking if it wrapped several months ago?

Sean arrives in Thailand with his lady loves and his family, who provide absolutely no assistance whatsoever in helping him choose his final lady. Honestly, I have no idea why they shipped the two kids to Thailand on what had to be a ridiculously long flight. The best line of the night, however, goes to Sean’s nephew (a/k/a the kid with the super fancy playhouse), who reminded Sean, “Emily didn’t pick you!” Hilarious.

Well, Bachelor fans, it’s that time. The week before the final episode, where all our burning questions are (not) answered. Here’s what I want to know: what is a “born again virgin?” and where’s this Mystery Man to whom Tierra’s engaged (and how can we warn him)? If he has eyes and a television that made the digital transition in 2009, then he should know what he’s getting into.

Here are a few of my observations from the show:

There were no new shirtless shots of Sean. (Say that three times fast)